Knoepfle 2-12-04

well sam your white whiskers they are a national treasure how remarkably they express that velvet black face you claim your own it is the face only a senator of cats would carry in the halls of deliberation

oh you know when to institute progress through the legislature or when to hiss the clumsy ploys those mastodons foist on your republic

old buddy we have years in common we have both expended more lives than most and have yet to count through nine and only this morning you challenged your arthritic bones and lapped from the toilet bowl what a triumph that was for your old legs

you only pretend you need a footstool to leap up on the bed how well you understand w h audens human condition how your mistress and your master will rush to serve you when you offer a simple meow

I will not go on you do not need my praises I will say only that you can double the very image of yourself when the kitchen overhead light gleams to touch your shadow